Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader One-shots

School - SJ

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS <3

I've seen quite a few people write this now so here's my version but made the way the person who requested it wanted it x I'm also gonna stop putting the this is my own story shit cause it's irritating :)

Warnings: Panic attacks, self-harm mentions, Abuse.

Reader is 16

I really am not a fan of school. It has always been hard for me to concentrate on work. No because I don't want to do it but rather, I don't have the energy to sit in the same room for an hour and stare at a screen or a piece of paper. It's not like I have a lot of friends either. I really do prefer to be alone and not noticed so there isn't much expected of me.

Not gonna lie, I've been so busy locked inside my own mind, I was slightly shocked to open up my classroom door to Scarlett Johansson and Tom Hiddleston stood at the back of the room looking at me as I arrived late. "Sorry I'm late miss..." I say shyly. She just pointed towards the empty seat at the back of the room. I sat down and quickly pulled my hood up even more to cover up my face, then I pulled my sleeves down my arms even more to cover up my bruised-up arms. Doing work was the last thing I was going to do, so I just decided to lay my head down onto the desk.

Scarlett and Tom were whispering behind me as all the other sounds slowly disappeared as my eyes closed. My sleep was disturbed by a hand on my shoulder making me scared and flinch backwards. Eyes widened even more as I saw Scarlett looking worried, kneeling down next to me. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" She asked me. Obviously, I was starstruck, but she genuinely seemed worried, and I didn't have the energy to freak out right now. "Yeah, just tired I guess." I reply pulling my sleeves even more down. "Do you need any help with your work?" She asked me with a raised eyebrow.

"No... Yes..." I told her with a small laugh causing her to pull herself a chair next to me. "So... what kind of things do you like to write about?" The blonde asked me. "No idea. I just feel like I should write some sort of sad story..." I say, "Because isn't there this thing where if you write your feelings, it makes you feel better?" I asked her. "Yeah, sure..." She hesitantly replied.

"I don't know how to do this!" I whined loudly. "It's okay just re-write it... maybe swap that word there for 'unconventional" She suggested. "This is so hard... I can't do this with them lot shouting like idiots." In my defence, they were all shouting towards each other, and it was very distracting. "I understand. If you're struggling to concentrate, use your free hand to play with my rings if it helps..." She offered to me her hand and I slowly held it and began messing about with the rings.

Scar had helped me write at least a page then the shouting started irritating me again. My leg was bouncing up and down and I had accidentally snapped my pen from anger. "Y/N? Is everything okay?" She asked putting a hand on my knee causing me to flinch backwards and fall off my chair. It was obvious that she had felt guilty for scaring me, but she was worried as to why I flinched that hard. People began laughing at me, so I just grabbed my bag and stumbled out of the room. Laughter still lingering behind me.

I ran straight to the toilets and my breathing began to quicken. My chest tightened and my heart was beating even faster. Not going to lie, I didn't realise that I had curled up onto the floor till Scarlett came into the bathroom, looking almost scared at my state. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm gonna come down to you and hold you, yeah?" She said to me. Then she walked towards me and wrapped her body around me. Her body was warm, and I instantly relaxed into it. "It's all right I've got you. Just focus on my breathing and see if you can follow it." She cooed.

We spent about 15 minutes trying to calm me down and we had actually succeeded. "We okay now?" She asked me. Scarlett's eyes drifted to my arms where my sleeves had gone up, showing off my bruises caused by my stepdad and the cuts I caused myself. "Sweetheart... your arms... Is everything okay at home?" She asked me. "No..." I cried. "Alright. Don't worry about it, okay... We can sort it." She panics. "Please don't let me go home" I sobbed into her shoulder.